My Christmas tree is up. It actually went up a few weeks ago. It's not a REAL Christmas tree. I mean, it's real ENOUGH. It's not IMAGINARY. If you threw it at someone, it'd hit them. But it's made from assorted plastics and stuff. Also it's black. It looks awesome, but lacks that Christmas tree smell. But I don't mind that. My folks have a real Christmas tree up, and that's where Christmas happens anyway, so who cares if my house doesn't smell of pine needles? Not me. Not really.
Not... really...
Anyway, yes, the tree. It's up. The presents are bought. They're not wrapped, but they're bought. Most of them. Okay, I haven't a clue what to get my dad, but he's a dad. He'll be happy with socks. Fathers are simple creatures.
So... tree up. Presents bought. These are things I set aside time to do, because I needed to set aside time. I've been so busy lately that if I hadn't set aside this time, I just wouldn't get around to it. There are loads of things I just didn't have time for, like sending out Christmas cards. I love sending out cards. I try to combine it with answering all the letters from readers, so when I send off a reply, they get a Christmas card too. How lovely! But not this year. Answering all those letters, sending all those cards, would take two days at a minimum, and they are two days I can't afford to take off writing.
The writing is going well, by the way. I've been focussing on short stories these last three weeks, building up quite a collection of new stuff. Each of these stories will be told in a different "voice" than the one you're used to. You'll see what I mean when you read them.
One thing that I haven't decided on yet are the Christmas Skype calls I was planning on making. Essentially, I was going to take an hour one day and just fit as many three-minute Skype calls into that hour as I could. It seemed like a lovely idea at the time, but I'm not so sure anymore. Not everyone who wanted a call would be available on that hour, and so I'd have to field quite a few complaints. Then there'd be the people who'd want a one-on-one chat, when I'd only be comfortable chatting if there were two or more people in the room with you. Basically, my idea would end up causing a whole lot of hassle that I could really do without, so I just don't know.
Okay then, enough jibber-jabber. I have work to do.
Be cool, my Minions.
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I think I might just lie here and cry about that.
Not really online.
That was one of the best things ever.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Mara
((Hugs all of you perfect people))
POKE WAR!!!!! *throws a milkion poke bombs in every direction and hides in my poke shelter*
(*hugs Star, too*)
(Merph.)
*Pokes her head out in the hall*
YO TRIP. IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, YOU MIGHT WANNA SEE THIS.
Paul: No I can't. I'm not gonna be one of her study things.
I just thought I would show you so you can see that I know what Lorcan is going through. That's it.
*Lorcan whimpers as he turns onto his back. Suddenly his back arches painfully. He cries out.*
*Paul turns towards the door. He can hear the cry*
*gets hit by several thousand pokes, shakes fist in the air* Would you damn kids stop roughousin'? I'm trying to watch the TV!
#ChaseForBook9
XD trip is the grandpa of blogland
Paul, you can't just sit around and wait for the same thing to happen to you.
(Omg. Pappy. Grandpappy Trip. LOL)
I'M LYING ON MY BACK AND TEARS ARE ROLLING DOWN MY FACE ONTO MY EARS AND IT'S FUNNY. *giggles*
When I cry, I often tend to start laughing as well. Is that normal?
*rubs wet ear* Damn. :P
And this, people, is why my life is awesome.
*hugs*
Adore you all. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm no grandpa!
I never had kids. *seems totally unnafected by this, just seems to be stating a fact*
#ChaseForBook9
@Em: :O :O!!!!!!!! O_O
#ChaseForBookNine
GRANDPAPPY TRIPPPPPPP!!!
hey, adra, does that make you grandma? Grandmammy?
Paul: But that has all happened to Lorcan in a space of months. The first time I noticed this, I was 8.
Whatever is happening to him, should have happened to me by now and I should be dead.
(*Cuddles Star*)
(Harrumph.)
(Snow- I.
I don't even know how to respond to that.)
I don't... *Runs a hand through her hair* I don't know.
GRANDMAMMY, GRANDPAPPY!!!! *hugs*
Alexis: Lorcan!! *is clueless what to do anymore*
*grumbles and takes his meds*
#ChaseForBook9
(*Pats his shoulder* *Old woman voice* There there, Tyler- er, Trip... Did you remember to take your slacks from the dryer?)
*hugs Adra* :) :)
*watching roleplay like O_O O_O*
I DID NOT EXPECT THIS PLOT TWIST.
*is in a really happy mood now, one that isn't hyperbut is just happy enough to be irrational amd annoying* *and also, I don't wamt to go to sleep* *but hey, I'm happy*
#ChaseForBookNine
XD
thats why I love this place. You deal with my randomness
Slacks?
What the hell are slacks? Are they lazy, no good, rotten spoilt brats?
#ChaseForBook9
Nawww. Luv ya too pop.
I'M SO HAPPYYYYYY.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Lorcan relaxes again. His pain subsiding.*
(Hey Trip are you rping with us or not?? Come on boy! lol)
Paul: Look I don't know what I am but I was hoping that by showing you me, that you can find a way to help Lorcan.
(*Whispers in Star's ear*)
(*Old woman voice* No! Of course not! They're.. Uh... Trousers, I think.)
I actually really like Paul, I think. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*Nods, biting her nail* Right, I-
*Pushes him out of the room* Out, I need to think about this.
Alexis: *takes one of his hands just stroking the back with her thumb, trying to stay sane*
((What, Adraaaaa?))
#ChaseForBookNine
(*Whispers again*)
((WHISPERS WHATTTTTTT?))
#ChaseForBookNine
(*nods* And that's what you need to do. Thanks for listening! *waves, strolls off*)
Really? Well! You ought to know better than to think that a person who has given so much, and is now living the rest of his life to the fullest, needs to wear trousers! I BURNED THEM! *DANCES AROUND, AS ONLY A FICTIONAL OLD PERSON CAN*
(Eh, probably not, I'm tired, I just came to say hi, and then... Grandpa Trip.)
#ChaseForBook9
XD
WE AMBUSHED YOUUUU
Huh. I'm back.
*looks around in bemusment*
Emotional episode over.
*begins analysis*
(The world felt totally different then. I look.at the encounter and the world was a whole new metaphorical colour. Kind of cool.)
#ChaseForBookNine
(*Stares at him in horror* Then what are you wearing?)
(Aw, drat.)
*paces my treehouse more, unable to relax* *buries head in hands* I can't condemn Nic's copy to die! I just can't....not...not by War's hand.
Ravel: Zaf....Calm down.
I can't! I'm not condemning people to death. Not my job.
Ravel: Zafira, do you remember when you and I fought against each other? Ireland against you guys? You sent people to die, you know you did. Hell, even I did. In the first Mevolent war you did too, I know you hate it but it can't be avoided. Nic's copy is willing to die over Aretha or anyone. Considering the copy is generally an angry person, that says a lot.
*hits head against table* I'm sick of death. I'm sick of war I had enough! I tried to stop the first one between Ireland and us but that ended wonderfully!
Ravel: and hit on Vex.
I don't need Em's ghost haunting me.
((@Adra: O_O
DAMMIT!!!))
#ChaseForBookNine
Now I am back in my mind, it is informing me about the need of sleep and it;s quite correct. Msd.
#ChaseForBookNine
GRANDPA TRIP IS WEARING A DRESS OMG
(*hugs Star if she disappears*)
*Lorcan squeezes her hand. He thinks he's doing it hard but its nothing but a feathery touch to Lexi*
Lorcan: Lexi... you should go home... you don't need to see me like this.
*Paul starts pacing the corridor outside Adra's room. He hopes he can help more*
Pants. Or underwear, to you yanks.
Do you just think all men go around wearing NOTHING under their trousers? That would be scandalous!
#ChaseForBook9
Almost started crying again. Should probably leave. :P
Fours!
*hugs Adra*
#ChaseForBookNine
BYE STARRRR
Brubye Star!
#ChaseForBook9
*She sits down, feeling sick again*
*Rubs her eyes, trying to think*
*Is more than certain she's going to get sick again*
Jeez...
(*Covers her eyes* *Pauses* *Peeks* *Old woman voice* You know... I remember when we were younger..)
(Bye Star! *hugs*)
(Bye Star! *hugs*)
Ravel: Zaf please don't tell me you're getting hormonal on me.
No no no! Believe me I'm not.
Ravel: alright, go back to the study. I'll handle Christopher.
Thanks. *goes up to the library to work seeing a man of 6'6 head and shoulders (omg sorry Repo) standing by the windows, he almost reminds Zaf of Nathan Wallace, except he's younger looking he smiles upon seeing Zafira, he wears a black shirt and jeans and he steps forward, both hands gloved, a jacket on as well*
Man: *speaking in an accent of New York* Well look who it is, Grand Mage Kerias.
Alexis: go home? No. I swore I'd be here for you, and I will be. I'm 16 so I'm alright Surge wise...
*lurks in shadows like a ninja*
When I was younger? And a punk hippie Goth rocker rebel Fonzie?
#ChaseForBook9
*eyes widen* How the hell did you get in?!
Man: Friends in high places, stalking...That Fyreheart guy. What does it matter?
What do you want?
Man: you. That simple, love. People are paying high prices for your head.
Ha. No. *draws knife* You're not seriously who I think you are.
Man: Who do you believe I am, love?
Jay. Assassin from Brooklyn, magic is the ability to cause extreme pain to the victim by a touch, and you can focus it on any part of your body, I read your file.
(*Shakes her head sadly* I don't know why I married you..)
*She suddenly bursts from her room, and runs down the hallway to the restroom*
*Promptly gets sick*
We're married?
#ChaseForBook9
XD I think I like this tadra more btw
Jay: Well, you did do your research, love.
Yeah. I did. Maybe my dear friend who likes to steal the names of the insane will kindly take yours?
Jay: The guy in that leather coat? Thought you was having an affair with him.
No...good god no. He is not the loving type.
Jay: *grins* So just you and me, love
(*Looks insulted* Why, yes! *Picks up a picture of them, from the good old days* That's us! You and your, purple Scene kid hair...)
Pah! I was a fool, let's get divorced!
#ChaseForBook9
XD lovely.
(*Looks hurt* But...but...)
Or annulled, or whatever!
I don't even have a ring, how was I supposed to remember? *sits in front of the TV, watching some show about gardening*
#ChaseForBook9
Not for long *turns back to* Get lost, Jay.
Jay: *steps behind the Grand Mage* Do not turn your back on me *one hand is ungloved and it touched her hand*
*cries out* Get off!!! *voice is laced with pain*
Jay: I got you now, love.
*punches across face*
(*Takes a step back*
*Slowly ascends the stairs with her cane*
*They have this same conversation every night*)
(*Did not mean for that to get kinda sad hot damn Ihaveaproblem)
*Pushes herself away, leaning against the wall of the bathroom*
*Her heart is pounding, terrified*
I'm not..
I'm not.
*Closes her eyes*
(Wow, that escalated quickly. Well, good night!)
#ChaseForBook9
(Of course it did. She went up the staircase.
Night!)
Bye trip. Msd
http://www.quotev.com/quiz/4223096/Which-Doctor-are-you-Doctor-Who/
TARDISSSSSSS
Right, well... g2g, bye
(Bye Snow!)
(Silence...
(Yeah..)
Jay: *lets go of* Witch.
Look who is talking. *smacks across face with shadows*
Jay: *ducks and grabs her holding hef against the wall*
*writhing in pain holding back screams*
Jay: Let it out, love. Nobody will help you.
*still writhing*
*Makes a second portal back to her lab*
*Sighs*
I'm getting too old for this kind of drama. *Begins to fish around the cabinet*
((Sorry I poofed, ended up spending my sick day building a Gothic-style cathedral-ish thing out of recycled materials.))
((Dinner will be ready momentarily, so...))
(That's okay, Fabi *hugs* I'm sure it looks brilliant :)
*hugs if you go*)
(Too quiet
(It appears so.)
*Yawns, and drinks a small, stocky potion*
*She feels herself begin to drift, then smack against the ground*
http://data.whicdn.com/images/34226378/240661173807109857_RdlfZdar_c_large.jpg
((Sort of back, still working on my project of the day, though.))
((Nah, it doesn't really. It looks like it's made from recycled materials. :-P))
(:P
*huggles*)
Hello? Is there anyone around here?
(Ah...
I'm afraid I'm at c amp wolf, so..)
((Hugs Adra))
((Zaf, if you want to roleplay, I can make Fabi still near the Sanctuary.))
((I'll be really distant, though.))
(Zafira wishes to inform you it is alright, Fabi.
Adrasdos, ah....I have a bone to pick with you.
Aye. What is it this time.
Where is that girl...Priya? She seemed to be fun to tor-I mean speak to, on a level of signing. I was looking forward to kil-meeting her.
...She isn't here. She's left.
Is there a way for me to speak to her?
*Sighs heavily* You're kidding, right? Like I would tell you?
Do I look like I kid? It is not for me, Jekyll wants to see her but is afraid to speak to you. So he asked me in exchange I get to stay in control for a day without him taking it from me.
What, to ask her? You don't really think I believe that, ay?
I can let Jekyll out.
Or you could just walk away.
Either way, she isn't coming back- for either of you
As you wish. I was merely speaking for him.
*Gives him a sour look* Good night, then.
Good night.
*Smiles*
*Backs away, grumbling about murderous psychopaths*
Jekyll: *walks back into Blogland* *goes to his own small lab he had built*
*Finds herself at her lab?*
*Realizes that she's gross and disgusting*
*Walks off to take a shower*
Jekyll: *walks and sees Olivia* how are you?
Olivia: good
Jekyll: How is Zafira?
Olivia: she ok
(I shall take my leave. Sleep. Mmm
(Night!!)
*Comes out quite a bit later*
*Her hair is wrapped up in a towel, and her Pajamas are on*
*Shuffles around*
*Breathes deeply*
*Exhales*
*Thinks*
*Runs to her kitchen with a few carts, beginning to load them up with food and medical supplies, having forgotten*
*Quickly disappears with the filled carts*
*When she returns, they're empty, and she has someone else's blood splattered across her arms*
*Stumbles to wash it off*
*Switches to some sweatpants and a tshirt*
*She hears done bells ringing around her lab*
*Glances at her touch-screen*
*Sighs* Another all-nighter, I suppose...
*She presses a button and disheveled people, cut, bruised, and dirty begin to come in either by teleport, or the door*
*She gets to work*
Mmf.
Rook collapses before he can finish healing Liz.
True to her word, Effie rushes in with a pillow to make sure he doesn't hit his head. She looks back and forth. Rook, Liz, Ioux, all unconscious or asleep. Only two sofas. Sorry, Ioux, but you'll have to go on the floor. You're a jerk. Effie gives him a pillow, though. Extremely generous of her.
Effie yawns and pulls out a pocket mirror, experimenting with her appearance as she waits for someone to wake up.
Hours later:
Liz: [Stirs] [Mumbles something about Italian bread and the sea]
Effie: [Jumps up] Liz. You're alive!
Liz: [Wakes up a bit more, but still looks confused by Effie's enthusiasm] 'Course I'm alive, Eff. [Sits up] [sees Ioux] [pulls out gun] What is he doing here?
Effie: You don't remember?
Liz: [Pauses] I remember we got Fabi out of that box...
Effie: Whatablah? Oh, right. That was ages ago.
Liz: [Sees Rook] Who's--
Liz: [Suddenly looks/feels as though she's been punched] Oh... Oh god... Mireille...
Effie: So you remember now?
Liz: ...yeah... [Pauses] Still, though. Who is he?
Effie: His name is Rook. Also Will Aster. Also Reynard Charon. Among other things. I don't remember most of them. He actually seems to want to help, though. Also, he hasn't seen the Hobbit movie.
Liz: [Blinks] Right.
Rook: [Thrashes around]
[Effie and Liz turn, startled]
Rook: [Relaxes again and rolls over]
Effie: Oh, also he moves around a lot in his sleep apparently. We could use that against him, with a few strategically placed knives....
Liz: Hopefully, it won't come to that.
[There's a cough]
[Liz and Effie glance down at the floor and discover that Ioux is awake]
Effie: Oops.
...It's so boring without an audience.
Hello...?
SNOW!
SOMEONE TO THROW PLOT TWISTS AT
(If you're still here, that is)
FABI!!
THROW AWAY!!!! JUST NOT TOO HARD
Yay!
Did you read the RP I was doing just before you came on?
Just did. :)
Yay, okay!
[[Suspense music as Fabi writes]
Ioux: Sorry to interrupt, but do either of you lovely ladies happen to know what I'm doing here?
[Liz and Effie look at each other]
Effie: You were unconscious out in the rain, and I didn't want your hat to get all ruined. 'Cause its a nice hat.
Ioux: [Blinks] I see. Well, in that case, I must offer my most sincere gratitude. [Presents her with the hat]
Effie: Oh, it was nothing. I take in stray people all the time. [Gestures to Liz and Rook] Hm. I really need to get more sofas.
Ioux: As you wish. Would you be so kind as to direct me to the exit?
Effie: [Points]
Ioux: [Leaves]
Liz: Effie, why did you act like this was your lab?
Effie: [Shrugs]
Liz: [Plans to buy Adra a thank-you present]
Ioux: [Stops near the shrubbery and telephones Faeris]
Faeris: Hello?
Ioux: Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Wile. I am afraid, however, that Ms. Herald's memories are intact.
Faeris: Not my problem. I've already done you enough favors. She probably saw Charon, or even you before the twenty-four hours were up.
Ioux: Very well, then. [Hangs up] I'll have to figure out another method of revenge. Perhaps I can use the theoretical amnesia to my advantage... [Plots wickedly]
*my theoretical amnesia
And it just occurred to me that you might still be missing part of the plot. Oops.
Meh. I can use my imagination. Im used to reading things when they're half way through
I need to get my archive blog up to date and make it visible...
Well, basically Faeris said she was giving Ioux an amnesia potion that takes 24 hours to set in, but actually she used a telepathy potion to tell Ioux he had amnesia, and then on her way out she actually gave the amnesia potion to Liz, as you may have guessed.
Other than that, I think it's all in what I've written.
Liz: So it's just...over?
Effie: [Shrugs] I guess so
Rook: [Mumbles something]
Liz: Should we wake him?
Effie: Sure. [Throws a pillow at Rook]
Rook: [Wakes up, and pulls out knife by instinct] [Presses knife against pillow's throat] [Blinks as he realizes what's going on] [Drops pillow][Glares at Effie]
Pillows have throats? You learn something new everyday...
((Figuratively speaking, anyway.))
Effie: [Laughs] The look on your face!
Rook: You're worse than my little sister.
Liz: [Remembers something] About that... Rook, have you ever been to Italy?
Rook: [Goes stony-faced again] Is it important?
Liz: Might be. Is your sister's name Cecelia? Does she have brown hair and hazel eyes and a nice smile?
Rook: How. Did. You. Know. That. [Grips his knife tighter]
Liz: Are you a Sensitive or something? Were you doing something in my head?
Rook: No, I'm not a Sensitive. And I wasn't in your head. I did give you a burst of healing energy, but that shouldn't have affected your mind in any unpleasantly noticeable way.
Effie: Liz, the momentary memory loss was Faeris' doing.
Liz: I know, but when I woke up, there weren't just memories missing. There was an extra.
*gasp*
Rook/Effie: An extra?
Liz: [Nods emphatically] It was a memory of sitting with Cecelia at a cafe in Venice and reminiscing about things I never experienced. It's not one of my memories. I'm pretty sure I've never met Cecelia.
Rook: I was going to meet her in Venice, actually... I don't think it actually ended up happening, though. At least, I can't...oh.
Liz: Rook, how does your discipline work, exactly?
Rook: It's basically raw energy, can be used to heal or destroy. I can't use it too much or I fall asleep. Sometimes I can do extra things, like how I poisoned Ioux. I took the stuff that was still in my system and brought it into the energy, which he absorbed, thus absorbing the poison.
Liz: Maybe it was an accident, then.
Rook: I don't think it's happened before...
Liz: Well, it's something to think about, then. Just be careful, okay? Do you want to find a Sensitive to give you the memory back?
Rook: It's fine.
Liz: [Shrugs] Your call. [Stands]
[Rook and Effie stand as well, and leave the lab]
Rook: [Goes to his car] Do either of you need a ride?
[Effie and Liz shake their heads]
Rook: [Looks relieved] [Starts to get into his car]
Liz: Wait!
Rook: [Just wants to run away and hide now, but makes himself stop and glance back]
Liz: I owe you now. You need anything, just call. Especially if it involves killing Ioux.
Rook: [Shakes his head] You don't owe me anything. I didn't do this for either of you.
[Effie and Liz look at each other]
[Effie grins slightly]
Rook: [Notices] Don't you dare.
Effie: [Makes a stubborn five-year-old face]
Rook: [Sighs and gets into his car]
Fabi: [Appears in Blogland looking tired] [Sees Liz] [Runs over to hug her] I'm so, so sorry, Cam.
((Hellooooooooo?))
Imma here
((Yay! [hugs] Should I stop roleplaying and just talk now? 'Cause I can do that if you prefer.))
I dont mind. Im distant anyway because of the stupid internet. So I might not be much in s conversation
((Okay. I can think of anything to talk about, so I guess I'll roleplay?))
Sure
((If there's something you want to talk about, though, I'll happily talk. Don't want to bore you. :P))
[Liz and Fabi hug]
[Effie disappears to the library because she doesn't want to interrupt any sisterly moments]
[Rook freezes when he sees Fabi]
[He searches for his sunglasses]
[They must have fallen off somewhere along the way]
[Probably in the lab]
[Well then. He'll just have to hope Fabi doesn't see him]
((I'm getting nowhere on Fabi and Liz's conversation, so if you don't want to talk, I think I may as well sleep))
((Msd))
Kay.
((Sorry,,,,)))
S'okay *hugs*
[hugs back]
What time is it for you?
11:23...
*bops fabi's nose* sleep!
:)
my pic is now Gallifreyan for fabi is awesome and she need sto now it
No matter how different you are from the rest of the crowd, there's nothing wrong with who you are.
You're your own special, unique person, and you're amazing, okay?
Beautiful.
BeYOUtiful
<3
[Hugs Snow]
You're too nice for your own good.
Actually, I'm not sure "too nice" is a thing.
U r perfect.
I need to learn Gallifreyan...
Right.
I ded to how awesome fabi is. Because fabi is awesome. And amazing and perfect.... ♥
I also ded to blogland, because it is an amazing place.
[hugs Snowy]
*casually does a handstand*
Sleep, fab
I g2g eat, bye *hugs *
and go to sleep
My mum just called my brother the goldy locks of tea.... wtf??
That makes a minimal amount of sense.
☂I AM DYING TO WRITE SOMETHING MYCROFTY☂
☂Also, hear hear to that ded.☂
☂I dunno what kind of Mycroft fic I would write, tbh... Everything great has been done before.☂
R u still here?
Right... well, night. *goes to sleep*
You will not BELIEVE my friends.
So, this morning, my form tutor sent me and my friend to the head of year to get the notices. I have never actually done this before this year, although I did it last year, I think . . . once.
And anyway, when we got to her office, my friend and my other friend (D and C) were inside talking to my head of year.
They aren't in the same form.
I was thinking "They're not talking to my head of year about how they think I have schizophrenia, are they?" and then I was like "No, don't be silly."
My friend also asked me if they were talking about me and I said probably not, that one of them will have had to go there and the other one will have come with them.
(Well, before I said that I said "They better not be, coz if they are, I will MURDER them, and then I'll bring them back to life and murder them again, and then I'll bring them back to life and HUNTER will murder them in a VERY PAINFUL WAY because he's good at the kind of thing", but yeah. :P)
And anyway, we couldn't hear what they were saying.
They came out, we went in and got the notices, we left.
However, when we were getting changed at the end of PE, my friend got out her phone and I was looking over her shoulder (just for a second) and she'd got a text and it said so on the title screen and it had the first line of the text with the notification and it was from D and it said "Do you think holly heard"
And at that point, I pretty much realised that they had gone and told the head of year I was schizophrenic or whatever, and I was like dammit.
And then at the end of fourth period, which was science, which I have with my friend C, we walked down the stairs and into the corridor and the head of year asked my friend if she'd seen Holly Taylor come down (because she didn't know me by face) and my friend kind of pointed to me, because I was right next to her, and my head of year was like oh.
And then her and the year nine head of year proceeded to take me into the year nine head of year's office and have a talk with me.
And basically, they asked me about how I was and my subjects and then explained that people were concerned about me and then they asked me if I had voices in my head (and I was like DAMMIT D) and I informed them about how I write stories and know what my characters are thinking and how they don't sound like voices, they sound like thoughts.
And they were like, well of course that's fine, you're just very imaginative, and my head of year was like "That's why you're an A* in English" and the year nine head of year was like "I was about to say, you must be an A* in English!"
Anyway, they were really, really nice, and they're not phoning my mum, but they said they'd have another chat with me in a few weeks.
So that was that.
But, seriously.
If your friend is rather weird and has always been rather weird because that's how she is, and suddenly she's experiencing rather extreme mood swings, you don't go and tell the head of year she has a severe psychotic disorder.
-_-
TBC
I mean, we had one lunch time where we talked about it.
And I did apologise to F and D for being annoyed at them, and F said that once I told her I wasn't hallucinating she was like well you haven't got it then (which was true. She did say that) but that D was just adamant, and I was like yes.
In maths, first period, my friend (C) got moved (seating plan change) and now sits right back me, so I turned around and said "Could you believe F and D yesterday?" and she went "I KNOW RIGHT!" and we had a mini conversation about D being out of order.
But seriously.
-_-
You don't go telling your head of year something like that with that little amount of discussion.
So we've had what, one hour discussing it, and . . .
I.
Do.
Not.
Hear.
Voices.
In.
My.
Fucking.
Head.
And C does, she hears her characters and she can't often tell what's inside her head and what's out, but I don't think she's told many people.
And I don't think she'll want to tell D now after we've had that kind of reaction.
Honestly.
What the fuck.
Also, my form tutor had a private chat with me this morning because apparently one of my teachers has been concerned that I'm stressing out about GCSEs.
That will be my German teacher - you know, because I often get really emotional in her lesson. One time she just basically did my work for me because I'd been sitting there shaking and crying and unable to concentrate for the whole time.
And yes, my head of year mentioned that one of my subject teachers had said that.
I don't think my heads of years are that worried, though. I mean, they don't know my face - that's because I never need to go and talk to them for anything, because I'm academically clever and don't have many problems. And they mentioned that my grades were really good and I was overachieving (uh, that's because the target grades are inaccurate. The majority of our subject teachers have told us the target grades are inaccurate. I don't pay attention to them) and stuff.
Also, I've been really irrationally happy all day. *nods*
And I think I'm getting better at dealing with moodswings.
Which is good.
SO HEY. LOOK. NO PROBLEM.
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[hugs Starararar]
Tbh, throughout history, a lot of imaginative/creative/brilliant people were thought of as insane in their own time periods.
Also, in IT the horrible people I sit with asked if I was cyring in RS again, and I said no but I had a rather heated debate, and they asked what about, and I said about whether or not terrorists deserve to die, because I don't think they do.
And then we immediately began arguing over whether they did or not.
C:
Fun times.
However, it's so horrible . . . like, so many people believe terrorists deserve to die.
NOBODY deserves to die.
What is wrong with society?
And I told my friends about it, and C was saying they deserved to die as well (of course, she argued in a much nicer way and gave me some interesting points to think about).
And -_-
Like, this girl said that terrorists deserve to die because they want to kill people.
I point out that she wants to kill them, so SHE wants to kill people, so if you go by her rules, doesn't she then deserve to die?
Look. Killing people will solve NOTHING. If everyone takes revenge, then the killing will never end, because everyone will be taking revenge on everyone and then people will take the revenge for the revenge and -_-.
And also . . .
One person can change the world for the better. One person is all it takes. If you manage to make terrorists better people, then they could transform the world for the better, and if you just hate them and kill them you will have missed a chance.
And this girl said that they've already changed it for the worse, and they've done their bad deed and that is it now.
And like NO.
Because everyone does good and bad things, and just because they do one very bad thing doesn't mean they can't do good things.
And I was saying how EVERYONE is unique, and how everyone is amazing in their own way, and if you kill that terrorist, that good inside them will be gone forever and it's irreplaceable.
And then people in my IT class were saying I loved terrorists, and I was saying I didn't, and then someone asked if I like killing people, and I said NO, I am against killing people, I am against killing ANYONE, including terrorists.
Yes?
And it's just so tragic that nearly the whole of society believes that once someone is bad, they are 'bad' and irredeemable, and how people deserve to die.
You have young people my age wanting people to be dead.
That's horrible. :/
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Everyone knows I'm fucking insane but they don't question it or say anything about it because I'm on antidepressants.
Hey Lantern! :)
*hugs*
The thing is . . . probably the only reason they thought I might have a mental disorder was because I said I might do. But I said I might have a MOOD disorder. I have problems with EMOTIONS. This is entirely different to being schizophrenic!!!!
If I could bet you something easily (can't. Internet), then I would bet you that I have spent more time researching this disorder than she has. And also . . . gosh. You don't just decide that someone is something before looking at all options, and you DON'T go getting strangers involved unless you've REALLY talked to me about it.
You just . . .
*makes angry face*
And the thing is, just because they've tried to pin a label on my unique weirdness, that doesn't mean that my screwed-up emotions just STOP. And I was concerned about something, and I said the word 'mental disorder', and then D went 'oh hey look she's weird maybe we should try and pin a label to that as well while we're at it', and me being me is NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM.
I've always had stories in my head, and I've always walked around in circles, and I've always been a really deep thinker, and normal society has never really understood me, and just because I'm rather imaginative and rather odd, that does not mean I am fucking schizophrenic.
Ugh.
The thing I HAVEN'T always had is screwed-up emotions, and THAT is why I was concerned.
That said, I'm not really that bothered about it anymore.
It's an interesting experience and I can deal and it's probably just mood swings. *shrugs* Plus I've always been empathic and more likely to react about things that others.
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*hugs Em* Insane people are cool. :) :)
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And, hi. :)
Yes, I think I'm done ranting. :)
Haha, my irrationally happy mood came with very good timing, though. I imagine if I had not been feeling irrationally happy, I would have been rather upset today.
As it was, I was mostly happy and irritated.
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Sorry, was taking a moment to search history database things.
Hi Em [hugs]
People should not just jump to conclusions and assume it's the right answer and then go around and tell everyone about it.
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Because there is never one correct answer, anyway. There is a right answer and a left answer and a middle answer and a far right answer and a far left answer and one in the bottom left corner and one in the bottom right corner and one in the top left corner and one in the top right corner and then all the ones filling the room inbetween, and you don't even though how big the room is, so you can't even approximate how many answers there are. There are infinite amounts of possibilities and URGHHH.
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[hugs Star again]
Um, I think I'm going to try to do schoolwork today, because I'm already really behind and going to fail and the universe is going to explode because there aren't enough hours in the day so some of them have to be when I'm sick.
Blah.
So yeah, I should probably go now.
[Nods]
I think I am upset now.
I think I am upset.
I think, if I was in a different mood, I would be sitting here crying, but like I said, I'm happy today.
Being irrationally happy is so annoying, though, because the happiness has no FOCUS. It's like when you really love something, but you're not thinking about how much you love it because you aren't loving anything, it's just kind of there. And after a while it gets irritating, and it's sort of just jumping around inside you and just getting in the way.
And the thing I hate most is the way my emotions aren't linked anymore. Like I could expect to feel sad about something, but I don't, I just go right on feeling the same way, and it's just . . . I should be sad. And it's like . . . it's like, when something heavy sits on one end of a seesaw, the seesaw is meant to go bouncing up, and when something light is on it or nothing with on it, it's meant to fall down. But despite me putting different weights on my seesaw, it's just happily defying gravity and doing whatever it wants.
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@Lantern: :/ *hugs* I really hope you get better soon. :/
And - good luck with your schoolwork. :)
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My friend Jenny is coming over tomorrow for the first time(:
She's so sweet and caring and kind and I've never had an irl friend like her before so I hope nothing goes wrong D:
I hope mam doesn't make burgers or something because Jenny's a vegetarian :/
Not really here btw
@Maraness: :) :) :) *hugs* :)
Good luck! :)
And if she's really awesome (she sounds like it), then she should see that you are so it should be fine. :)
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Sorry for vanishing yesterday! Got distracted by writing... Heh.
Writing is so painfully distracting, but I love it anyway!:')
Also, Maraness - what you said yesterday was so beautiful. *hugs*
I couldn't stop crying at the awesomeness. Well, obviously I could after a while because I'm not still crying now, but I couldn't at the time. :)
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Hey Mushroom! :)
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I feel kind of sorry for gravity, really. I mean, it's probably all annoyed about being defied, because it must work really hard to pull objects to the earth. I wish I could hug it and explain that it isn't my fault.
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*hugs Star* Hopefully! aha (:
And thank you:) *hugs back*
I didn't mean to make you cry, Star! D: I'm sorry:(
Now. Homework. Sigh. x
Huh. Im here
And today, I wanted to sit down in the corridor by the wall, which is a rather weird thing to do. A few years ago, I wouldn't, because it was weird and I was sort of afraid to be weird. Recently, I would have done, because would be like "YOU SHOULDN'T LET SOCIETY TELL YOU WHAT YOU CAN AND CANNOT DO YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO SIT DOWN AGAINST A WALL BEING WEIRD IS COOL BEING YOURSELF IS COOL IF YOU WNAT TO SIT DOWN NEXT TO THAT WALL THEN YOU CAN FUCKING SIT DOWN NEXT TO THAT WALL AND DON'T LET ANYONE MAKE YOU THING YOU CAN'T", but today, I didn't sit next to that wall, because I didn't want to be overly weird around my friends because I didn't want them to start categorising that or whatever.
And the thing is, we have a sort of broken thing now. I no longer feel comfortable with being myself in my true weird glory, and I can no longer really confide in them, can I?
And that's just . . . broken.
It's kind of sad, that. :/
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@Mara: I was crying because it was so beautiful. It was a GOOD emotion. :) :) *hugs*
Ugh, homework. -_-
*ignoring mine, because I'm ranting* *should be doing it*
Hi Zaf! :)
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*huggles Star* That's not good. :(
Hey Zaf, btw!
Sorry, not paying proper attention because of writing. :P
At D of E, though, me and C occasionally do things like go on 'adventures' (we were walking around the field pretending people were after us and stuff and hiding behind trees and not stepping in the light) and skip halfway across the school (we were seeing how far we could skip without getting exhausted. We would go from a point outside to inside the foyer and then around the corridor and up the stairs and along the corridor. At one point we did it from the sixth form building. O_O That is a terribly long distance to skip, imo.)
My point is, we're both weird. We're good. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Tis fine im vaguely here....
@Mushroom: Maybe not, but everyone good is also bad, and everyone bad is also good, so even if it's not good, it'll be partially good. :)
*hugs* :) :)
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